Damaged improvisations for homemade four-stringed guitar and voice by B.B. The good Sir plugged in, hit record and went ape-shit bonkers, delivering harsh no wave anti-riffs and garbled stream of consciousness shrieking. Black out the windows baby, I think I'm gonna puke. These bizarre solo recordings were originally self-released as a ridiculously limited cassette (...like 10 copies?) and deserve to be bounced off a few more foreheads. Deranged screech and growl over de-tuned string flail and distinct non-structures. Sounds for the nuclear age.
Artwork features an evocative full color photograph portraying the good Sir himself crawling on the floor wearing our favorite Janet Reno outfit and digging through a half empty refrigerator. Classic!
After a live solo performance in NC, a random gentleman from the audience once commented, \"What you just did, what I just saw, was quite possibly the worst thing that I have seen in my entire life\". He must be doing something right.